Fuck pensions

Fuck pensions

I used to say that I didn’t value money

I always had it, spent it, made rent without a sweatI paid the bill, chose the nicest red by the glassThey knew my first name at my favourite storesWe both knew they liked my credit cardBut it’s nice when they know you.

Now

I am grateful for every dime in my car change trayI am grateful for every morsel of food on my plateI eat it allI am grateful when I have enough money to buy propaneTo have a hot shower at my cabin

The other day I had 60 bucks to last me three daysI bought groceriesOpted out of a showerFought with a Coleman stove from the sixtiesFor 45 minutes on my deck in hopes of a coffee

Being broke is okayThere is some of us who have big housesThat are emptyFancy carsWith seats where love has never been madeShirts without wrinklesChina in cabinetsThat has never been eaten onNice whiskeyWith no company worth havingto share it withRecord collections of a kingListened to alone

Why?

Because they’ve worked their life away

And for what?A pension? Early retirement? So your father smugly approves?Fuck his approval.Work to work to work to die.These people are the real peasantsI’ll take freedom over a pension any dayWhere are my stocks?Remove the tand then you’ll find them in the first drawer.

Where are my investments?In this leather-bound notebookIn this prolific soulIn that man’s smile

My freedom lies hereWith my broke assSleeping in my car by the oceanShowering in salt for two daysBecause my only source of incomeIs renting my bed for a nightIt’s worth itLook at this view!

I’m youngI can afford to have an aching back from sleeping in a carKeep your pensionThese experiences make me rich.